almost like a junkie [OPEN]

[greeedycat]

When he'd first arrived, Cazali had sort of scoffed at the use of something like the sensorium. It was all all a lie, and indulging in a fake reality was pretty disgusting. Of course, he'd indulged once or twice for fun, and...quickly found it wasn't nearly as horrible as he'd thought. Which totally didn't mean he was warming up to it, no way.

But one day, he got an idea. His core medals- he hadn't yet gone to harass security about their return, and part of him didn't know why he was hesitating. Maybe it was hopelessness, or maybe he just needed to remember why his medals were so vital. So, he'd strolled in to the sensorium- bringing Besel with him, setting the confused kitten on the ground -and concentrated. The setting was barely a thought- it was just default blue sky, default grassy field, nothing special.

Cazali was more intent on remembering each of his medals individually, two through nine. With each new medal his body changed, growing stronger and more armored, coloring returning slowly- until he finally absorbed the ninth, and he felt that familiar surge of power. But it was a lie, and he had to remind himself of that as he looked his nearly-completed form over. This was just the illusion working. He hadn't actually gotten his medals back, of course.

The Greeed sighed, letting himself fall backwards to lie on the grass (and missing Besel by a few inches). Was his desire for completion returning...? Not really. He just felt sort of lukewarm about it still. What the hell was wrong?

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[bonnypiperlad]

"Oh, I see." That would make sense, if he's something unusual in his world too. He supposes it'd be like...well, if someone from his world saw him while he was fighting as a Ranger. Not quite on the same level, since he suspects he'd still come across as human, but there'd be at least some odd glances along the way.

And while he still thinks the cat would help with that overall - and that Besel's a good name, too - it seems Caz has something else on his mind. Really, given their surroundings, he's not too surprised at the question. Whether or not he can answer it to Caz's satisfaction, well. He'll just have to see what he can do.

"Ah. Well, I'd not say I know much about the Sensoriums, at least not in terms of the technology behind it. What I do know, though, is that it uses your thoughts to make things real, so as long as ye know what it is you're thinking about it'll be as real here as if it were happening in real life. Er, although there's things in place so you'll not hurt yourself too badly in the process."

He leans back, propping himself up with his arms. It means he stops petting Besel in the process, but he's sure the cat will let him know if he wants more attention. "You'll not be able to take things ye think up in here outside, though. Only things that ye brought in with ye to start with."

[greeedycat]

Caz seemed to consider Jamie's words carefully, laying back in the grass and crossing his arms behind his head. "So, it's willpower..." And he couldn't take it with him. He could only do this in the sensoriums, then.

Well...that was disheartening.

After a flash of yellow light and the sound of change rattling, he had shifted back to human, and didn't see intent to speak up again for a few moments. "Haha, now I just feel silly..." He shrugged in to the ground, looking up at Jamie with a crooked smirk. "So, the ship's watching all our little desires run loose in our heads~? That's kinda creepy."

[bonnypiperlad]

Although the flash of yellow light doesn't seem to bother him much - he's more used to that then he's letting on at the moment - he does look around in momentary confusion at the noise. "Huh. Sounds like some small bits of metal rattling around." After a moment, though, he shrugs, dismissing it as some momentary fluke.

"Ye can still train in that form if ye like, and it's good for other things. Like eating the slop. It's much better if ye can think it up into something like roast beef or rabbit stew."

Or, he supposes, whatever it is that vaguely cat-like aliens prefer to eat. He's about to suggest other options for the place as well when Caz pipes back up with the notion of Stacy watching everyone's desires, his expression one of surprise. Clearly this hasn't occurred to him before.

"Er, well, I'd not thought if it as being quite like that, but...she can talk in your head. I suppose she could see in it too. At least in here."